Mandate of Myth is unlike any fantasy novel I have ever read - gorgeous, immersive, and original. Ashlee Mack writes with a poet’s precision and a mythmaker’s vision.
Her prose shimmers with sensory richness, bringing to life the pulse of modern Shanghai and the echoes of ancient gods. Every sentence gleams.
At its core, this is a story about faith and reason, love and duty, the mortal and the divine. Mei Lin Huang, heir to an ancient bloodline, and Jack Roth, the American scholar caught in a battle he barely understands, are conduits between worlds.
Their chemistry hums beneath the surface, shaped as much by longing as by shared destiny. The mythology is breathtaking: Chinese and Greek pantheons entwined in a city that never sleeps, where stone lions guard liminal spaces and gods move unseen through neon-lit streets.
The writing itself thrilled me to the marrow with lines like “Each of our hearts is a bridge between realms” or “She pressed the letter to her chest, the move both armor and indulgence.”
Even ordinary moments - a traffic jam, a letter read in silence, the twilight over Shanghai - are imbued with an aching beauty.
Mandate of Myth is about the burden of being “chosen,” the fragility of connection, and the courage it takes to listen when the world speaks in symbols. By the final pages, as the storm gathered over the harbor and the dragon’s claw reached down toward the city, I felt as if I’d witnessed something sacred.
This book hums with electricity and heart. If you love lyrical fantasy that respects intellect and emotion, Mandate of Myth will leave you spellbound. Loved it!!